Peaches Geldof: Psst! Wanna See A Dead Celebrity?

Peaches Geldof’s funeral – in picture : Stars from the world of show business attend the service at St Mary Magdalene and St Lawrence church in Kent

That’s a bit tabloid, isn’t it? We love the tabloids here at Anorak. But the Guardian doesn’t.

This is the Guardian that said the tabloids harassed Geldof, the women one of its writers called a “bottomless chasm of misplaced arrogance”. Another Guardian writer said:

Frankly, there’s every chance she will find a way to turn even this latest incident into gold, and a forthcoming issue of Hello! will carry an interview of her that tap dances round “the misunderstanding everyone is talking about”, while allowing her to pose up again with her children in exchange for a few quid. If so, we must doff our hats to the Britannia of idiocy, and observe that she should really be on coins – the unapologetic face of some apocalypse-baiting modern currency. Call it Twitcoins, and pile in today.

Replace Peaches with TheGuardian, and take another look:

Frankly, there’s every chance The Guardian will find a way to turn even this latest incident into gold, and a forthcoming issue of The Guardian will carry an interview of her that tap dances round “the misunderstanding everyone is talking about”, while allowing her to pose up again with her children in exchange for a few quid. If so, we must doff our hats to the Britannia of idiocy, and observe that she should really be on coins – the unapologetic face of some apocalypse-baiting modern currency. Call it Twitcoins, and pile in today.

Since the celeb’s death, the tabloid-bashing Guardian has produced 24 stories on her, including:

Tanya Gold’s:

For Peaches Geldof: a gruesome grunt of synthetic grief: Peaches Geldof has died a digital death. But she knew too well how we all so enjoy a celebrity downfall